Song of Solomon 6
1 Where is your loved one gone, O most fair among women? Where is your loved one turned away, that we may go looking for him with you?
Ko, mudiwa wako aendepiko, iwe zvako wakanaka kukunda vamwe vakadzi? Mudiwa wako aenda nokupiko, kuti tigomutsvaka pamwe chete newe?
2 My loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get lilies.
Mudiwa wangu adzika kubindu rake, kumihomba yezvinonhuwirira, kuti andomema mumapindu uye agotanha maruva.
3 I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.
Ini ndiri womudiwa wangu uye mudiwa wangu ndowangu; anomema pakati pamaruva.
4 You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.
Wakanaka iwe mudiwa wangu, seTiriza, unoyevedza seJerusarema, unoremekedzeka samauto ane mireza.
5 Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
Bvisa meso ako pandiri; anondikunda. Bvudzi rako rakaita sedanga rembudzi riri kuburuka muGireadhi.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
Meno ako akafanana neboka ramakwai achangobva mukushambidzwa. Rimwe nerimwe rine rarakafanana naro, pasina riri roga zvaro.
7 Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.
Zvavovo zvako zviri mumumbure wako zvakaita sezvikamu zviviri zvedamba.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number.
Kungava navanamambokadzi makumi matanhatu, navarongo makumi masere nemhandara dzisingaverengeki;
9 My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave her praises.
Asi njiva yangu, iye akakwana wangu, ndiwe mumwe oga, mwanasikana mumwe oga wamai vake, iye woga anodikanwa naiye akamubereka. Mhandara dzakamuona dzikamuti akaropafadzwa. Vanamambokadzi navarongo vakamurumbidza.
10 Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?
Ko, ndiani uyo anoratidzika samambakwedza, akanaka somwedzi, anopenya sezuva, akanaka senyeredzi dziri mumudungwe?
11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the green plants of the valley, and to see if the vine was in bud, and the pomegranate-trees were in flower.
Ndakadzika kusango remiti yemipfura kundoona zvitsva zvakamera mumupata, kundoona kana mizambiringa yainge yabukira, kana kuti mitamba yainge yava namaruva.
12 Before I was conscious of it, ...
Ndisati ndambodii, mwoyo wangu wakandiisa pakati pengoro dzoumambo dzavanhu vangu.
13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, so that our eyes may see you. What will you see in the Shulammite? A sword-dance.
Dzoka, dzoka iwe muShurami; dzoka, dzoka kuti timbokuona! Mudiwa Ko, munodirei kuona muShurami sezvamunoita mutambo weMahanaimi?
